Let someone else is resting in the south…

You're with me again, fall friend!
and. Ann

Let someone else is resting in the south
And basking in the Garden of Eden.
There are very north – and fall in girlfriend
I chose this year.

Married, in a strange, I had a house,
Where, may be, I died,
AND, it seems, secretly looking Suomi
The empty your mirrors.

I go between the black squat trees,
There heather the wind like,
And the dim light of the moon fragment,
How old serrated knife.

Here I have brought the blessed memory
The last non-meeting with you –
cold, pure, lung flame
Victory over my destiny.
1956. Komarovo

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